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СКАЧАТЬ was exactly what I’d expected. We’d had a torrid ten day affair, months of friendship before that, and I’d actually thought I meant something to him. In spite of the fact that he’d warned me that I wouldn’t. In spite of his warnings, in spite of my promise, I’d come to care for him. Really care.

       I was so stupid!

      Trembling, I tried to smile. “I’ll go see about the next flight to L.A.” I bit my lip. “It’s good timing, really. I should be thanking that cousin of yours. My stepfather invited me to spend a week on his set as an extra. It’ll be fun to be a zombie. And I’ve heard New Mexico is beautiful....”

      Edward focused on me. “What are you talking about?”

      “You’re going to London tomorrow.”

      “Yes.”

      I licked my lips. “So there’s no point in me staying here.”

      “None.”

      “Right.” I set my shoulders and tried to arrange my face into a calm, pleasant, totally unfazed expression. “That means this is goodbye.”

      His dark eyebrows raised. “You’re abandoning me?”

      “You just said there’s no reason for me to stay!”

      “There’s no reason for you to stay at Penryth Hall,” he said with almost insulting patience, “because you’re coming with me to London.”

      I stared at him. In spite of his almost rude care in speaking the words, it seemed he hadn’t said them carefully enough, because I still couldn’t understand them.

      “You want me to come with you?” I said dumbly. “To London?”

      “Yes-s-s,” he said, enunciating even more slowly. “To London.”

      I tried to ignore the rush of relief that went through me, the pathetic joy in my heart that he wanted me, that the moment of separation could be avoided for a bit longer. “But what on earth would I do there?”

      He lifted an eyebrow. “I could hire you back as my physio.”

      “Come on. You can jog now. You don’t need a physical therapist anymore.”

      “Then,” he said huskily, “come as my full-time lover.”

      “I’d live in London and just—spend time with you in bed?”

      “Think of it as a vacation.”

      “You won’t be on vacation. You’ll be working all the time.”

      “Not at night.” He gave me a wicked grin. “I’ll be your toy boy then, what do you say?” He came closer. “You’ll have me all night. Isn’t that what you love about me?”

      I love everything about you, I wanted to say. The way you touch me. The sound of your voice. The way you make me laugh. Everything.

      But I knew it was the last thing that he wanted to hear. It was supposed to be a physical affair, nothing more. I looked at him in the flickering firelight of his study. He was still dressed only in silk boxers from our strip poker match, and my gaze lingered at his powerful torso, hard-muscled biceps and thickly hewn thighs. Sex was enough, I told myself. It had to be enough.

      “Diana?” He was staring at me. I realized I’d taken too long to respond.

      “Of course that’s what I love best,” I said, tossing my head. “What else is there about you to love?”

      “Such a heartless woman,” he sighed, then drew closer. Nuzzling me, he cupped my breast through my thin cotton sweater. My nipples turned instantly hard, pressing up through the red lace of my bra, thrusting visibly against the sweater. He whispered, “Allow me to serve you, then, milady....”

      Falling to his knees in front of me, Edward suckled me, pressing his mouth over my nipple. I gasped as I felt his hot mouth through the thin cotton and fillip of red lace beneath. His free hand wrapped around my other breast, then a moment later, he moved to that side.

      My sweater disappeared, then the red lace bra. With a growl of satisfaction, he lowered his mouth to my bare skin. My head fell back, my eyes closed. His lips were hot and soft, satin and steel. When he drew back, I was shivering with need, just like the first time he’d touched me. As though we hadn’t been making love four times a day, every day, for the past ten days.

      “So we’re agreed,” he murmured. Rising to his feet, he pulled me into his arms. “You’ll come with me to London.”

      “I can’t just go there as...as your sex toy,” I said in a small voice, my stupid, traitorous heart yearning for him to argue with me, to tell me I meant more to him than that.

      “I know.” He suddenly smiled. “London has a thriving theater scene. You can live at my house as you audition for acting roles.”

      “Audition?” I said, trying to keep the fear from my voice.

      “It’s perfect.” Running his hands down my back, he kissed my cheek, my neck. “By day, you pursue your dreams. At night...you’ll belong to me.”

      Cupping my face, he kissed me, hot and demanding. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back recklessly, ignoring my troubled heart.

      I couldn’t give him up. Not yet. Not when I could still live in his world of passion and color and desire for a little while longer. I wanted to be the bold woman who wore red lace panties for her lover, and paraded around nearly naked. I wasn’t ready to go back and be that invisible girl again. Not yet. I needed to be in his arms. I needed to be with him, one moment teasing each other, playing like children, and the next bursting into flame in the most adult way possible. It reminded me of the old definition of love—friendship on fire...

      No. My eyes flew open. I cared about Edward, sure. I liked him a lot. But that wasn’t the same as being in love.

      I couldn’t let it be.

      I like him, that’s all, I told myself firmly. We have fun together. It’s not a crime.

      I pulled away. “All right,” I said, keeping my voice casual. “I’ll come to London.”

      “Good,” he said, with a low, sensual smile that said he’d never doubted he could convince me. Leaning me back against the poker table, he got me swiftly naked beneath the bright heat of the fire and made love to me.

      And so the next morning, under the weak pink light of the dawn, I was packed up in his expensive car, along with the rest of his possessions, and driven east across the moor. Toward civilization.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      “WOW. YOU’RE NOT looking so great.”

      The girl sitting beside me on one of the plastic chairs lining the hallway had a concerned look on her beautifully made-up face.

      “I’m СКАЧАТЬ